mend the ship, and then we'll hit the air trail again."
The talk between Mr. Durban and the interpreter continued for some little time longer. Then the king went back to his hut, refusing, as Mr. Durban said, an invitation to come aboard and see how a modern airship was constructed. The natives, too, seemed anxious to give the craft a wide berth.
The excitement had quieted down now, and, in a short time a crowd of native women came toward the airship, bearing, in baskets on their heads, food of various kinds. There were bananas, some wild fruits, yams, big gourds of goats' milk, some boiled and stewed flesh of young goats, nicely cooked, and other things, the nature of which could only be guessed at.
"Shall we eat this stuff, or stick to Mr. Damon's cooking?" asked Tom.
"Oh, you'll find this very good," explained Mr. Durban. "I've eaten native cookery before. Some of it is excellent, and as this appears to be very good, Mr. Damon can have a vacation while we are here."
The old elephant hunter proved the correctness of his statement by beginning to eat, and soon all the travelers were partaking of the food left by the native women. They placed it down
